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Volume 1, Chapter 14: The world around me

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    The tragedy that happened in Xiaoyao Village made the lively "Shehuo" rehearsal temporarily unable to be carried out, and people didn't have the thought at all.  The unusually cold atmosphere in this house also made me feel very uncomfortable.  There also seems to be a different kind of aura about Dr. Zhongmu Lao, which makes me a little disgusted.  No one else seemed to notice this phenomenon.  Weird thing!  Rather than continuing to join in the fun with Wang Keyun and others, I shook my head and smiled and went back first.  "Grandpa," When I got home, Grandpa and Grandpa Jiao were sitting by the stove, chatting and smoking. I told them what happened at the six-fingered mute's house.  "" After saying that, Grandpa and Grandpa Jiao looked a little weird. They were smoking cigarettes, making the room full of smoke. There was silence for a while. After a while, Grandpa Jiao spoke first.  "Retribution!" He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and sighed.  Retribution?  When I heard this, my curiosity aroused and I asked: "What kind of retribution, Grandpa Jiao, what are you talking about?" "Of course it is retribution!" Grandpa interjected from the side: "What has happened to the Chen family these years?  "The descendants are either blind or mute. This is their great-grandfather. When he was an official in Ma Jiajun, he did many things that were harmful to nature and caused harm to the descendants!" "Is this the first time I hear this?"  Speaking of which, he took a small bench and sat next to Grandpa Jiao and Grandpa, shouting about the story inside.  Grandpa is most used to telling stories.  ¡°¡­¡± He and Grandpa Jiao told a very bizarre story.  The ancestor of the Chen family in Xiaoyao Village, the six-fingered mute great-grandfather, was once an adjutant of the Majia Army in the northwest. He was so notorious that there were legends throughout Kunlun Township.  Back then, people from all over the country came to recruit young men, and he was always the leader.  "This man's fate was, of course, very tragic. When he was five years old, he was pulled out from a hidden ravine and beaten to death. His family secretly buried him in a mass grave.  In the next few decades, his descendants spent a lot of money in Xiaoyao Village and became a popular surname. However, many of his descendants were mute and blind.  One or two may be normal, but there are four or five such cases in each generation. The Chen family was frightened and asked eminent monks from the Jokhang Temple dozens of miles away to retrieve Adjutant Chen's body from a mass grave.  Come out, prepare to move a grave, move a house This is where the problem lies.  When the Chen family dug up Adjutant Chen's body, they heard that there was a wooden dog placed on top of his body. What was even more shocking was that there were three wooden stakes nailed to his head, one in his mouth and two in his head.  In the eye sockets.  As soon as this incident spread, people said that the mute and blind people in the Chen family were caused by the inability to live in peace after their ancestors died, thus causing harm to future generations.  "" Listening, I was a little dumbfounded. Grandpa Jiao also said that he witnessed all this with his own eyes. It was definitely not a rumor, but a real thing.  So, after hearing my story about the death of my six-fingered mute brother, Grandpa and Grandpa Jiao both said retribution. ???????????????????????? From the sun!  This is too ridiculous.  However, what is even more bizarre is that in the evening, Wang Keyun and others who came back from Xiaoyao Village brought another story.  Today, the Chen family also invited an eminent monk from the Jokhang Temple to their home.  After the eminent monk arrived at the six-fingered mute¡¯s home, he mysteriously walked around in front of his door and had someone dig three feet into the ground. They dug out a small wooden bow and three wooden arrows.  Three wooden arrows pointed directly at the door of Liuzhi Mute¡¯s house.  "This family is so unlucky!" Wang Keyun said gloatingly: "I also heard that the old monk said it was a curse. Someone put a witchcraft on his family, but he was lucky to not die!" Curse?  Witchcraft?  There is also this matter. There are rumors in the countryside that there are many families who don't get along. Occasionally, broken shoes, needlework, and scarecrows are buried near the enemy's yard, which is to cast a curse. But I have never heard of what a witchcraft is.  Who did the Chen family offend?  "It can't be Mu Lao!" When I thought of Mu Lao's eyes and expression at the Liuzhi Mute's house, I naturally thought of him. He is also from Xiaoyao Village, and he is an outsider and belongs to the five-guarantee household.  He has no children and has always lived alone. Even his residence is on the edge of Xiaoyao Village, far away from the village.  The more I think about it, the more likely it is.  In my heart, I became more and more curious.  Since I got Fenbao Cliff, I have become more and more courageous. I wait until dark when I come out from Li Xuefeng¡¯s house.?, turned around and walked towards Xiaoyao Village.  In the dark night, patches of remaining snow were very conspicuous on the ground. I stepped on the icy debris on the road under my feet, and when I approached Mu¡¯s hometown two hundred meters away, I suddenly stopped.  Is there anyone?  Over the past few months, my eyesight has become sharper and sharper. In the night, my vision is no different from that in the daytime.  A yellow shadow.  I found an old monk wearing a crimson robe and a beardless face, standing in front of the courtyard gate of Mu's hometown.  "Donor wood, Huigang of Jokhang Temple has taken the liberty to visit me, please come and see me!" In the quiet night, the old monk's gentle voice, although small, was very clear in my ears.  "" Mu Lao's yard was dark and quiet, without any movement or response from him.  Is this monk invited by the Chen family during the day?  Seeing this situation, I held my breath, hid beside a big grass mound on the roadside, and watched what happened.  "" Waiting and waiting, there was still no movement from Mu Lao's house. The old monk was so patient and surprisingly good that he stood motionless at the door of Mu Lao's house for a long time, almost half an hour.  I am really afraid that his bald head will be frozen by the biting cold wind.  "Amitabha, I'm so presumptuous!" It seemed that I couldn't stand the cold anymore. I clearly saw the old monk's body trembling, his feet moving forward a few steps, and reaching out to push the door of Mu's hometown.  At this moment "Meow!" A sudden meow interrupted the old monk's movements. The next moment, a big black cat jumped from the yard of Mu's hometown to the top of the door.  I couldn't see its gaze, but looking from the side, I knew that the cat was staring closely at the old monk.  This cat meow also made me tremble all over.  It¡¯s so impressive that I wonder why I haven¡¯t noticed this scary cat in Mu¡¯s hometown before!  Many families in the villages around here almost all have dogs, but very few cats. As far as I know, only Mu Lao has a cat.  The old people in the village said that cats are very psychic and it is unlucky to keep them and they can easily attract ghosts.  Whether it attracts ghosts or not, I don¡¯t know. Right now, the cat that Mu Lao raised shocked me as if I had seen a ghost.  It actually spoke.  Furthermore, the accent and tone of the words were shockingly Mu Lao's, "I have no enmity with the Jokhang Temple, so I won't accept you!" From the Sun!  This world is so crazy!  I swallowed without blinking, for fear of missing something.  "Amitabha, if the poor monk guessed correctly, the benefactor must be a member of the witchcraft world. We are not from the mortal world, so why should the benefactor be in trouble with the Chen family?" Looking back at the old monk, he was not surprised at all by the way the big black cat spoke.  .  "I'm not a vegetarian or a monk. Of course I'm a member of the world." The big black cat squatting on top of the door spoke to me. He tilted his head and spoke very arrogantly: "As for the matter between me and the Chen family,  It¡¯s not your Jokhang Temple¡¯s turn to take care of it!¡± ¡°Amitabha!¡± The old monk had no anger at all, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice as he said, ¡°God is kind to you, and I hope the donor will let the Chen family go.  Don¡¯t commit murder again.¡± ¡°Joke!¡± Mu Lao himself still didn¡¯t show up, but the big black cat said, ¡°Where were you in the Jokhang Temple fifty years ago? Why didn¡¯t you persuade Ma Jiajun not to commit murder?  Now comes the fake mercy!" "Amitabha!" Old monk Huigang clasped his hands and said, "What happened back then was about the way of heaven and man, and there was nothing we could do about it. Since the donor was a practitioner, why bother to ridicule the poor monk?" "  That's bullshit! Different ways don't work together. Old man, I'm going to rest. Master, please come back. Please don't send me far!" The big black cat flicked its tail in the air, turned around, and jumped into the yard.  "The donor will meet me!" After standing quietly outside the door for a while, the old monk left a strange word and turned away.  ¡°¡­¡± I waited for his figure to enter Xiaoyao Village, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.  What a strange man!  It turns out that the seemingly ordinary doctor, Mu Lao, is also a practitioner, and a practitioner of witchcraft.  Through the remaining memory information of the young Taoist priest, I also know that in today's world, practitioners are roughly divided into three categories: immortals, Buddhas, and side sects, and witchcraft is one of the side sects.  There are two kinds of immortals and Buddhas, who claim to be cultivators of Taoism, while those who are hereditary and heretical, majoring in ¡®skills¡¯,For example, martial arts, witchcraft, organ magic, alchemyetc.  Mu Lao is a practitioner of witchcraft. The old monk Huigang of Jokhang Temple just now should be a Buddhist cultivator. The two Taoist priests we met before are obviously immortal cultivators.  I thought Jianghu was on TV, but I didn¡¯t expect it to be so close to me.  I thought that cultivating Taoism was in legends, but I didn¡¯t expect that in the past few months, I had encountered several. Even magical magic weapons were quietly hidden in my Zifu.  Thinking in my mind, my hands gradually clenched into fists.  I look forward to it!  Looking forward to the future
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